Author: User
Title: The Revenge of the Fallen.
E-mail address: sailorlaw@hotmail.com
Rated: R
Genre: Action
Author's Notes:
Hi, My story takes place about three hundred years from now. The world is run by criminals and is
massively polluted. The earth no longer has an ozone layer and people use "Skin Coats" to protect
themselves from the sun's deadly rays. These Coats come in various colours, red, blue...etc.
Our Scouts have been given new bodies and powers from a highly advanced race called "The
Iracons" whose nickname is "The Gods" because they seem so mighty and invincible. Their new
powers and their high tech bodies were given to them as a gift. The Scouts helped the Gods to
defend themselves against a merciless enemy.
*ATTENTION*: This Fan Fiction contains gory and violent scenes.
The revenge of the Fallen.
Chapter One: The Storyteller.
He sat on a grand marble stone in the middle of the playground, with his audience in front of him.
"Are you going to tell us a true story this time, Storyteller?" The man they called Storyteller replied,
"Yes Kenneth, I experienced this story when I was still young." They were in the city playground just
south of the city.
The playground was surrounded by short trees which were just strong enough on climb on. The
forest green lawn was immaculately trimmed by the drones and there was a scent of spring flowers
in the air. The Storyteller looked up to the sky. It was so beautiful.
The sky was crystal-clear and light blue with only a few skinny clouds drifting across it's endless
expanse like white fluffy birds from a forgotten time. He had seen how cold, threatening and
grotesque the sky could be and so thoroughly enjoyed such moments of utter beauty. He looked at
the building of the city sparkling in the distance like giants of glass frozen in the ground.
He began his story. "It was back then when I was dead." He started and was rudely interrupted by
a little girl. "Were you in heaven or in hell?" squealed the tiny voice. "I was dead, Elizabeth" the
Storyteller repeated. Elizabeth looked amused at the old man. He wore a white cloak of some light
and shiny fabric. He had long grey hair and his face was lined with age. He was in his late eighties.
He wore a silver chain with a golden cross anchored to it. The cross was imbedded with little red
diamonds and seemed far too heavy for the old mans fragile body.
Elizabeth opened her mouth to say something but was beaten by her brother who sat next to her.
"Is there a lot of blood in this story?". The storyteller looked tired and said "Just wait and see. How
do you expect me to tell you children a story if you won't let me start? I have better things to do you
know." He lied. He didn't have anything better to do. He secretly enjoyed it when the children
stopped playing when he arrived to listen to his stories of dragons and witches and magic.
That's how he managed through each day. He could always look forward to meeting the children
the next day.
"Ok", he began. "I was dead and just floating around with the other souls. Oh, I forgot to tell you,
this story is about Sailor Moon and her friends." The children looked puzzled. "Who is Sailor Moon.
Is she a witch or princess or... " one kid asked. "Yes Jessica, she was a princess. The princess of
the moon." The Storyteller couldn't believe how much time had passed. The young generation had
forgotten about the guardians of this planet.
Title: The Revenge of the Fallen.
E-mail address: sailorlaw@hotmail.com
Rated: R
Genre: Action
Author's Notes:
Hi, My story takes place about three hundred years from now. The world is run by criminals and is
massively polluted. The earth no longer has an ozone layer and people use "Skin Coats" to protect
themselves from the sun's deadly rays. These Coats come in various colours, red, blue...etc.
Our Scouts have been given new bodies and powers from a highly advanced race called "The
Iracons" whose nickname is "The Gods" because they seem so mighty and invincible. Their new
powers and their high tech bodies were given to them as a gift. The Scouts helped the Gods to
defend themselves against a merciless enemy.
*ATTENTION*: This Fan Fiction contains gory and violent scenes.
The revenge of the Fallen.
Chapter One: The Storyteller.
He sat on a grand marble stone in the middle of the playground, with his audience in front of him.
"Are you going to tell us a true story this time, Storyteller?" The man they called Storyteller replied,
"Yes Kenneth, I experienced this story when I was still young." They were in the city playground just
south of the city.
The playground was surrounded by short trees which were just strong enough on climb on. The
forest green lawn was immaculately trimmed by the drones and there was a scent of spring flowers
in the air. The Storyteller looked up to the sky. It was so beautiful.
The sky was crystal-clear and light blue with only a few skinny clouds drifting across it's endless
expanse like white fluffy birds from a forgotten time. He had seen how cold, threatening and
grotesque the sky could be and so thoroughly enjoyed such moments of utter beauty. He looked at
the building of the city sparkling in the distance like giants of glass frozen in the ground.
He began his story. "It was back then when I was dead." He started and was rudely interrupted by
a little girl. "Were you in heaven or in hell?" squealed the tiny voice. "I was dead, Elizabeth" the
Storyteller repeated. Elizabeth looked amused at the old man. He wore a white cloak of some light
and shiny fabric. He had long grey hair and his face was lined with age. He was in his late eighties.
He wore a silver chain with a golden cross anchored to it. The cross was imbedded with little red
diamonds and seemed far too heavy for the old mans fragile body.
Elizabeth opened her mouth to say something but was beaten by her brother who sat next to her.
"Is there a lot of blood in this story?". The storyteller looked tired and said "Just wait and see. How
do you expect me to tell you children a story if you won't let me start? I have better things to do you
know." He lied. He didn't have anything better to do. He secretly enjoyed it when the children
stopped playing when he arrived to listen to his stories of dragons and witches and magic.
That's how he managed through each day. He could always look forward to meeting the children
the next day.
"Ok", he began. "I was dead and just floating around with the other souls. Oh, I forgot to tell you,
this story is about Sailor Moon and her friends." The children looked puzzled. "Who is Sailor Moon.
Is she a witch or princess or... " one kid asked. "Yes Jessica, she was a princess. The princess of
the moon." The Storyteller couldn't believe how much time had passed. The young generation had
forgotten about the guardians of this planet.